"I'm sorry father," Junior whispered from the bed, as his father approached, "when the armor is repaired I will strike again I won't stop till your life is preserved."

"Thank you son," as the elder Senior gently placed his hand on his son's shoulder, "but by the time the armor has been repaired and upgraded it will be to late for me," trying to swallow his suddenly dry very dry mouth.

"Then I'll face them now," he groaned trying to rise, his body held in place by his fathers hand.

"If only it were that easy my son," he cooed softly, "but you know as well as I none of you are in any condition to fight, the armor may grant you many things but wearing it for extended periods also weaken those within. It will take time for each of you to regain your strength, and by then my time will have passed. And even if that weren't the case look at you, your in no condition to battle."

That was true, the roasting he had received from Kim in his confrontation had left most of his body covered in first and second degree burns, a combination of the flames running across exposed flesh and the armor exceeding it's heat requirements. The burns weren't fatal and would largely fade in time, but for the time being he could do very little but lay there.

"I will find a way father, I will find people who can do the job, I'll hire Shego, Hench, someone anyone, I will find a way to get the weapons for you father, I swear it," his voice carrying a haunting combination of venom, determination, shame and rage despite it's weak sound.

A smile played at the old mans lips and a tear ran down his face, "a father could not ask for a better son, but my time has come. Yes, I have played my best hand, it is time to accept the inevitable now and enjoy what time I have left of this world," a weary kind of contentment in his voice.

"Father no…. I'll….."

"No son, I will not waste what time I have left with such trivial pursuits," a nobility filling his voice, "a man must know his limitations, I wish to spend what precious little time I have left with you. Through you I will have my immortality son, and I will not waste this time even if my own selfishness has condemned you to this bed."

Junior opened his mouth ready to fight his father tooth and claw but stopped and shut it and pressed is eyes close tears running down them, "as you wish father," turning his head to look at the man who had given him life, "what is it you wish to do father, I am at your disposal."

Sitting down in the chair near his son, "tell me of your plans for the future son, tell me what you wish to do with the rest of your life and the fortune you have access to."

"I will find all those responsible for your condition father, I will find their families, I will find their loved ones, and I will kill them all," his voice cold, his tone finite.

"Tell me you have something Wade," Kim moaned sliding against the locker not bothering to face her web master.

"Something wrong," Wade asked a bit worried that he couldn't see her, before realization set in and he slapped himself in the head, "that's today isn't it."

"Yes," she half moaned half spat, "she's actually making them do it, I can't even bring my self to be near them."

"I suppose that's why your practically on fire," he verbally jabbed picking her up on the monitors thermal scan, her temperature defiantly up.

"It's just hot in here," she growled, her blush spreading further over her body, "now tell me about the Senior's, tell me you can explain the attack," she spat trying to change the subject away from Ron and his current condition.

Typing on his computer, "nothing concrete but I have found a few things, Senor Senior, Sr. has been in contact with a lot of medical specialists over the last few weeks, not to mention some major arms dealer and mercenaries."

"The dealers explain the armors, weapons and the dragon, but not why they were there Wade."

"I know but the medical might, he's been in talks with to many people for it to be something simple, it has to be bad, but what I'm not sure. I've tried hacking into some of their systems, surprisingly I didn't get to far, some of these people have some serious protection, but I guess that comes with the territory."

"Meaning?" her interest piqued

"The people he was talking to are leaders in rare viral agents, some of these people have access to viruses that could kill half the planet in a few days and leave the rest wishing they were dead."

"You better not be telling me what I think your telling me," sweat breaking out on her body. "Those two are obsessed with money and power not mass genocide"

"I'm just telling you what I know Kim, its up to you to draw the conclusions," not looking up from his monitor, "but I'll keep looking see if anything come up."

"Thanks Wade," a little half heartedly

"Oh, I did find out who Juniors friend were, and your going to love this, you remember Prince Wally? The guys trying to kill him are now on Seniors payroll."

"The Knights of Rodeghan," Kim hissed under her breath, "I knew that armor looked familiar."

"Yep, he hired them a few days after he started looking for whatever it is he's looking for, and these guys are pretty nasty, just after a quick search I came up with about ten jobs they could have been involved it, to say the least, if their involved with even half of them you could be in a lot of trouble."

"Just what I wanted to hear, another group of psychos are stalking us,' shaking her head, "if you have anything else to tell me I don't want to hear it right now."

"Right the pep rally should be getting underway anytime now shouldn't it, time to go get another eye full of Ron huh."

Snapping her head around, "WHAT!" her voice carrying though the hall and echoing off the lockers.

"You might want to put better security of your computer, your brothers hacked into it and sent certain passages from you diary out last night to a few individuals," shifting in his seat suddenly very uncomfortable with the situation.

"They what," her anger barley controlled as her body started shaking in rage.

"Easy Kim, I managed to find most of it and erase it but a few things got out, and I kind of read a few of the passages," shifting his eyes away from hers.

Swallowing her mouth suddenly dry, "what passages?"

"A few things from when you were eight, pretty much the entire month of march from when you were fourteen, the time Ron tore all his clothes off on the bird rescue in mission Montana when you where 15 and the subsequent hike back to the ranger station. Not to mention a few of your dream, that are um, range from frightening to sweet to down right perverse," shifting his eyes from the screen for a second and met hers, he could almost swear he saw fire in her eyes, and given her current condition that was very possible.

"Wade," her voice forced into neutrality, "call my brothers, tell them to run, because if I ever see them again I will kill them, I will set them on fire and I will kill them, then I'm going to find a way to resurrected them and do it again and again and again."

"Got it," he squeaked turning his feed off, 'guess it was a good idea to resist sending those files to Ron,' thinks back to his original impulse after reading a few of the passages. He was also glad he hadn't mentioned a few of the others files they had sent out, that were, to put in lightly, pornographic, "I really hope those two didn't read through all those files, because if they think even half that stuff is physically possible they are going to end up being very warped later in life. But I do think Ron would have been impressed with the occasional staring roles."

"So are you two ready," Zita questioned as she cracked the door, her eyes closed.

"I'm pretty sure they ask the same thing to guys on death row," Ron hissed.

"This was your plan Stoppable," Will snapped

"I didn't know I was going to be part of it," he growled.

Zita just shut the door, chills shooting up her spine, equal parts what was about to happen and the tones of the two males. "I can't believe your really going to make them do this," looking at Bonnie.

"I'm not making them do anything, and put this on," as the Earth Knight forced the dog head into her hands, "we can't have anyone knowing that not Ronnie boy under there," as she looked over Zita in Ron's usually Mad Dog attire, impressed that she'd managed to hide the obvious body differences.

"Your going to hell for this you know that," she growled slipping the head on.

"After everything I've done," tapping her bracelet/mace, "I doubt it."

"After this your going to hell, because Kim's going to set you fire and keep you on fire till you die," her voice slightly muffled in the head.

Flipping some hair out of the way, "yeah like that's ever going to happen, now get going, it'll start soon and unless you want someone to wonder where Stoppable is you'll need to make a showing.

Ron just growled in the small side room, glad he had the foresight to bring a robe with him, not believing he had let Bonnie paint him.

"Isn't irony grand," Will spat watching him pace.

"Shut up," the blond growled.

"Why, can't handle the pressure?" he said condescendingly

"No your interrupting my plans to kill Bonnie, you think a wood chipper to much?"

"Not really," a dark grin on the former GJ agents lips, "not that it matters, I intend to kill her first, I know a few people, by the time we're done no one will be able to even identify the body."

Ron just raised an eyebrow as his mind filled with images then shook his head clearing them out, "we'll just have to see who gets to her first."

"So you know she's going to pull one on us later don't you? The second we get out the gym, she's not going to have our clothing ready," remembering the plan.

"You really think so," Ron said innocently.

"You are so naive Ron," Will groaned shaking his head in shame, "don't worry I made sure to stash some clothing so we have something change into when we're done.

"Well gee thanks," as Ron got up and walked to an air vent and lifted it up, letting Pyre fall into his hands his cuff and Will's ring in his paws as well as a strip of cloth. "But I thought these might be better," as he tossed the Air Knight his transformed weapon.

"I thought we put these in Kim's locker," as he slipped the ring into his robe's pocket, not wanting anyone to see it till had to run and remembering the compromise they'd made with Bonnie who wanted them completely without clothing.

"There's an old saying, never walk into a situation unless you can walk out of it," slipping the cuff on his arm and wrapping the cloth around it, the material shimmering then blending into the same color as the body paint.

"How," Will's eyes large at the sight, "no don't tell me something from Wade?"

A little grin on his face, "something from Monique, she and KP hit the book really hard last night, turns out a minor camouflage spell is one of the few things the book will let her know, and is easy enough to do, although they told me some of the first attempts were pretty weird."

Pyre just sat and grinned on his owners shoulder.

"I don't suppose you have a few other pieces of clothing in the vent with the same treatment?"

"No, we may not be standing still, but people will see and they might notice if body parts are missing."

"This is all well and good, but it still leaves paint on our faces, something I still don't understand," patting the mask in his lap, "and I have yet to figure out how to counter that little problem."

"Not a problem," tapping the camouflaged weapon, "already checked last night, we change and the paint goes bye-bye till we drop it, maybe not the best solution but it'll save us a lot of questions when somebody follows us, and make no mistake someone will, most likely Barkin, and I don't want to face that man naked."

"And doesn't this once more enter into the abuse area?"

Taping his wrist again, "this is for protection, I can think of no other time when I've needed protection quite this badly."

"I know I'm going to regret this later, but you have a point."

Sighing an sitting next to Will, "I never thought she had this in her, I really didn't I knew Bonnie was an evil sadistic person, but I never thought she'd take it this far, I keep expecting her to walk in say gotcha and throw us our clothing and some water."

"Your living in fantasy world, personally I'm expecting her to lock the doors on us to prolong the agony."

"Oh yeah," Pyre added

"Yeah that sounds like something she'd do," staring at the ceiling, trying to keep his nerves under control.

"We do have to get her back for this," he sighed looking at the door, "what we… what I did was no where near this bad."

"I'd say blow up her car, but I'm pretty sure I already did it."

"We could blow up the next one she get."

"Lets stow that plan away for another time, and focus on something that will hurt her now," as Ron stretched his back trying to fight off a sudden jolt of fear.

Sensing the Forest Knights fear, "just remember to put one foot in front of the other, don't stop, and this was all your fault."

"Hey," his voice on edge, "I was joking when I suggested this, I in no way knew it was going to lead to this, I figured if I cracked the ice maybe we could come to an agreement that wasn't this insane."

"Well that worked very well," he said sarcastically.

Ron was about to shot out a cutting retort when the door clacked letting light in, "your on," Monique's voice cutting through the darkness.

"I thought we were friends Mon," Ron whined walking to the door.

"We are, that's why I gave you that little piece of help," smiling as she looked at his wrist.

Ron cautiously stepped out, looking around to make sure he wasn't walking into some form of trap, "I expected this form Bonnie, not you."

"Hey you could have fought this, you didn't," laughing a little, "if it makes you feel batter, I think this is sweet and very brave, but I can't believe your really going to do something this stupid."

"Not helping Mon," he growled Will pushing him out the door.

"Yes, touching, move," the Air Knight growled slipping the sky mask and helmet on."

"This is on the up and up right Mon," Ron's eyes shifting from side to side as he slipped the mask and helmet on.

"As far as I know everything's legit," guiding the pair to the gyms doors.

Ron did a quick peak through the windows watching Kim, Bonnie, and Zita out on the court, "Kim seems a little intense out there," he whimpered his voice suddenly not wanting to work.

"She's been that way since she got out there, I'm not sure what happen over the last few minutes, but it's having a definite effect on her."

"So when do we go," Will's voice coming out as a squeak, his body breaking out in a full body blush.

"Supposedly Bonnies going to point at the door in a few seconds, when she does drop the robes and run like bats out of hell, I'll be at the other door ready to let you out."

"Do I even have to say it," Ron questioned his eyes glued on the little window blindly passing Pyre to the mystic in training, hoping the mole rat would help insure her help later in a few minutes.

"I'm not going to play you guy, I swear the door will be open before you hit it, if it isn't you can shave me bald," as she patted the rodents bald head.

"Don't think we won't hold you to that." Will warned.

"Just be there Mon, we're only going to get shot to so this without getting expelled, I don't want any unexpected surprises," Ron's eyes still glued on the girls in the gym, occasionally catching Kim's eye, a look he couldn't identify on her brow.

"Have a little faith Ron," she said smiling to him as she started walking away.

"What do you think our odds of expulsion are?" Will asked his gaze shifting from Ron to the crowd.

"If Barkin catches us, total, if not fifty-fifty, that's provided we aren't identified, and this isn't the first time the schools seen me with a minimum of clothing, although I did have some on."

Sighing, "you think she would have given the signal by now, maybe this as far as she's taking it, this could just be an elaborate scheme to get us back."

"You had to say that didn't you," he growled as Bonnie clearly pointed to them, a sound that can only be described as primal and violent built in Ron's throat as he dropped the robe and burst through the door and ran through the gym. His body was blur of color as he ran, his chest and feet were painted white, his stomach and legs were painted blue, his knees, and hands were gray along with a small stripe around his waist and on his back was purple '33' clearly visible against the bright white.

Will was painted, predominantly purple, his hands and feet were gray and yellow strip was around his waist along with a yellow triangle on his left shoulder, on his back was a rather large '13' made almost ghostly by the slightly different color purple.

It took him a few seconds for Ron to realize Will was no where near him, but he knew he was having an effect as the entire school fell silent then erupted in screams and cat calls and other spontaneous noises. For a brief moment his eyes feel on Kim and he had a feeling the look of complete disbelief would be with him for the rest of his life, then his eyes shifted to Bonnie who's face was a mask of horror, surprise, and a hint of fear that he couldn't understand.

Then his world was filled with the unmistakable sound of Mr. Brakin's voice, "STOP!"

'Not on your life,' Ron thought as the large teacher approached him, 'time to get creative even if it means more exposure,' as he jumped into the air and planted his feet on the mans back and jumped turning it into a mid air summersault landing him within a few steps of the door and freedom. Ron was ecstatic as the door in front of him opened it, Monique's fingers on the door. He shot through the portal a few seconds in front of Mr. Barkin a several other teachers, students, and half the cheerleaders.

His brain kicked into over drive as he passed through the door frame as shot over to the school exit forcing the doors open as the group burst from the gym and watched him escape. 'Time for plan B,' as Ron spotted what he was looking for, his toes connecting with the tree by the side doors, his power kicking in as he shot up into the top most branches, and made a few more quick jumps then back flipped off the tree onto the roof in time to watch the crown under him emerge from the school.

"Score,' he whispered coming to a halt on the hot roof, the bag of clothing just where he had left them along with a bucket of water and a few sponges, "never let it be said I don't know how to plan," a smile on his face. Resisting the urge to take a quick peak over the edge he walked over to the items and pulled off the cloth, arm cuff, mask and helmet and started washing the paint off his arms as fast as he could. After a few minutes he felt his arms were clean enough and slipped the cuff and his communication cord back on and tapped it.

As he expected there was a message waiting for him, "talk to me Ron," Kim's words had a hint of giddiness about them.

"K," as he pushed the sponge back into the bucket and brought it to his face, "what's going on down there."

It took a few seconds but her voice eventually came from the cord, "where are you," her voice aggravated.

"Up on the roooof," the old song suddenly coming to mind, simply appearing from no where.

A little laugh in her voice, "you obviously enjoyed that way to much."

"No, the adrenalin is just making me light headed," spitting little colored water from his mouth, glad the paint was nontoxic.

"I guess I can understand that," pausing for a second, "I can't believe you did that, I really can't."

"Lets hope nobody else can," looking up at the sky, "do you have any idea why I was the only one running out there?"

"Aside from the fact that Wills a gutless weasel, no, especially since Bonnie won't shut up about how she wasn't going to make you do it."

"She what?" his body frozen, his mind replaying the words over and over again.

"The second you escaped the gym she pulled me aside and told me she never intended to make you do it, she just wanted to see how far you'd go, and at the moment I think she is more than a little afraid of you, I think you have a free pass to do anything to her you want."

Coming out of his stupor, "I may very well do that, and where is that weasel anyway?"

The giddiness rising in her voice, "you're going to love this, a good portion of the school hit the other doors hoping to follow you, and part of them ran smack into him, I'm surprised you didn't hear him screaming as they chased him down the halls, supposedly they even got the robe off him, but I haven't bothered going after him to be sure."

"Serves him right," Ron spat dropping the sponge and pulling out a compact he had barrowed from Kim some time ago and never got around to returning and checked his face making sure he'd gotten enough paint off to pass as normal. Satisfied he slipped on the clothing he'd left himself glad to see the long sleeved shirt, that was identical to the one he had been wearing earlier in the day, hid the still painted parts of his body. "I'll be down in few KP," he whispered slipping on his boxers.

"I'll be waiting," she whispered back.

"Yep, when they eventually make a movie about our lives, this is not making it in," he joked to himself as he pulling the last of his clothing on and walked to the edge of the building and tried to figure out a way down that wouldn't get him caught. He eventually found a section of the school that was deserted and dropped to the ground and slipped back into the building and disappeared in the crowd of people that was trying to figure out if the stunt had been planed part of the pep rally or a random prank. A part of himself did feel pride as he walked passed people saying how cool that had been, and few girls commenting on various attributes but he forced himself to stay calm, quite, and nonchalant, but all the while, but ever few steps the same thought ran through his mind, 'BOOYAH.'

"He's going to kill me, he's going to hill me, he's going to kill me," Bonnie whimpered in the back of the locker room, the other cheerleader having long since left.

"Yeah probably," a smile on Kim's lips, her brothers little prank pushed from her mind as she walked in the room and sat down next to her.

"That bad," her mouth dry.

"Hard to say, I think he's more interested in killing Will at the moment, but all the same, learn to sleep with your eyes open."

"This has gotten way out of hand hasn't it," turning her head not wanting to look the Fire Knight in the eyes,

"Oh yeah," Kim said slightly laughing, "I'm going to tell you this once, Ron is very forgiving, go to him, apologies like you have never done so before, and just maybe he'll let you off with something simple." stretching her arm, "then again given what you've done to him in the past, he might take this opportunity to make your life a living hell, with Ron it's hard to say. Personally I'd be more worried about Will at the moment."

"How did things go so wrong, I was never going to make them do it, I swear, I just wanted to see how far I could push them before they pushed back. I never though it would even get this far, I figured they would have backed out after and hour."

"Well it's not like couldn't have stopped it," Kim's voice shifting to a tired tone, as she became aggravated with Bonnie.

"I know, but I had to know how far they had to go, no ones ever trusted me that much," a tear rolling down her cheek, "no one trusts me, you know it I know, even when the squad follows me I know they don't trust me. When those two put their fate in my hands, I don't….. I've never felt anything like it, now…"

She fell silent as Kim put a comforting hand on her shoulder, sighing and looking up trying to find the right words, having never really seen Bonnie like this. "It's a head rush I get it, believe me I do."

"So what do I do, I mean there has to be someway of fixing this, some way to get that trust back."

"If your expecting me to give you some speech about how we're all going to become friends and everything is going to turn out all right, I can't do that. We… Ron, you and I have never really gotten along, I don't know really know why," giving her a dirty look, "and I have no idea if that is ever going to change. But we are going to have to learn to work together and trust each other with our lives, if we don't we're not going to survive. Now I'm going to tell you this once, I'm giving you chance to earn my trust here and now, go and find Ron and Will and do whatever you have to make this right. I have no idea about Will, but if you go Ron and tell him what you told me, he might forgive you on the spot, or at least give you a sign things can be worked through, in any case do what he asks, Ron can be weird and twisted but he has a line he'll never cross and that pretty much grantees your safety. Will on the other hand I'm still trying to read, he'll defiantly be harder on you but somehow I doubt it'll be any worse than what you just put him through." After she finished Kim stood up and walked to the door and cracked it before turning back to her, "if you want the others to trust you, you have to trust them, but destroying any proof you have of this little 'event' will go a long way," and left. The door had barely shut before it opened again Kim's voice ringing down through the room, "however if you should happen to keep one copy of the photos and hide them for," rolling the thought around in her head, "future reference, I don't see a real problem with that, rovided you keep in secret," and vanished.

Bonnie just stared at the door for a few seconds before giggling at the thought, "thanks Kim," whipping the tear from her face, and getting up. As she approached the door, she swallowed and pushed it open, not looking forward to what she had to do, and hoping Kim was right about everything.

'How did this happen, I'm one of Global Justices' top agents, I've saved the world more times than I can count, I've been on every continent on this planet, how did I end up here?' as he stayed hidden in the parking lot behind a few cars, not believing he had left his ring in his robe. 'Well at least I know I'm doing better than Ron.'

Authors note- I know I'm weird, but somehow I felt I had to write this, if for no other reason than it is weird, and it sets the mood for later stories, and it just shows them being teenagers, not exactly the smartest creatures on the planet (I use to be one I should know)

Authors note 2- I'm not sure if I'm going to continue doing disney salutes, but try and figure out where the Mighty Duck ones are in this chapter